Sangeetha Kamath

On a clear Autumn evening, the sky is a splash of feeble purple, a hybrid of Lavender laced with Heather. It's a garden of blooms in the sky with streaks of Fuchsia and Mulberry , a medley of regalia. That's how my favorite person is.  A pale Violet , the vintage elegance of a timeless sundress as she twirls away to heart's content without a care in the world. Plum is the zing of the freshness a wine ushers in on a barbeque evening. The seasonal blueberry ice cream bars with drizzles of Lilac are the cool respite I look forward to and find in her company. Byzantine is a powerful stance as she holds her audience captive. An incandescent Mauve is soothing with her tone and forthcoming promises. A lustrous Amethyst wise beyond her years, dazzles us. Periwinkle is a whisper of her charming heart's desire. Iris although dainty, exudes confidence rooted and balanced.  Cornflower and Orchid blend in an encrusted tiara woven to mark a gorgeous splendor . Wisteria is ...

The best laid plans come crashing down all  around in a heap of smoldering rubble . Dry and dusty, it's a sun-baked quarry emitting a pall of steam wearying one to the last dregs as all the rose tints fade to grey scale … And then there remains an uneven ground cracked, a few footsteps away–ridged, to stumble upon anew. The jagged edges of one's own folly and expectations were mushrooming gravestones heralding an epilogue of sorts. The splinters of the remnants of the high throne and the pedestal that once held lyrical dreams and castles in the sunshine --- now a mere standing ruin weathered by the freezing snap of winter and dog days of loaded high summer. Hellfire and brimstones rain abound, as do  the scorching heat of a rising lava around. From the melting river of fire, from this barren and dead earth a flicker of spark arose from the strewn ashes to rebuild a defiance and gradually peaking to a steady confidence. The dying embers refused to be totally extinguished....

  The rain washed sky reflected in the color of your eyes. Smoky , when deep in thought but otherwise an iridescent quartz with sunlight bouncing off the clear cut facets. Summer blue speckled in them when you had big dreams, aims and wishes for us. Dazzling like crusted sapphire they would dance in delight whenever we made you proud.  In all their childlike innocence, they were the radiance of miniature moons peeking though floating clouds—pure and sublime!  Glowing like the last vestiges of a burning coal , they had held me safe in your warm affection and a reassuring armor, cloaking me from the freak drafts blowing my way. Wistful and soft like sprinkles of snowflakes , they had held the depths of the ocean as well-- crinkling at the edges, vulnerable, charming and authentic as could be. How I miss those eyes, daddy, that had  mirrored an endless canvas of dawn, the glitter of fading stars sparking liveliness in them.  Widening in amazement, narrowing in...